Lyrics

CROOKED JACK

Come Irishmen both young and old
With adventure in your soul
There are better ways to spend your days
Than working down a hole

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He was tall and true, all of 6 foot 2
Till they broke him across his back
By a name he's known it's not his own
For they call him Crooked Jack

The ganger's blue-eyed pet was he
Big Jack could do no wrong
And the reason simply was because
He could work hard hours and long
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He's seen men old before their time
Their faces drawn and gray
He never thought so soon would he
Be lined the self same way
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He cursed the day that he went away
To work on the hydro dams
For sweat and tears for hopes and fears
Bound up in shuttering jams
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They say that honest toil is good
For the spirt and the soul
He'll tell you boys it's for sweat and blood
That they want you down a hole
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Song: Trad

Lead vocal: Delta
Backup vocal: Joe Podlesney
Borhan: Tom Byrns
Guitars: Joe Podlesney
Violin: Chis Devine
Keyboard: Joe Podlesney